"I warned you," he told her quietly. Mitch felt bad for having to tell her and poured a little bit of whiskey into the glass before bringing it over to offer her. "Kind of helps." No matter how bad of a habit it was, it certainly got the edge off when he was on it.
He sat down as he added, "Worked. On myself. Amoung other things that I technically can't tell you about." But this was Katrina. And he trusted her. So he paused for a moment, thought about it, and mentally decided that Hurley and Kennedy and everyone else that would give him hell could go fuck themselves. "I'm a part of a classified team for the government now."